My college experience
My story from college isn’t as wild as those first times. There’s not as much to tell.
I was living in a quad in the dorm. We each had our own living room and bathroom but a shared living space. The other girls were nice but they didn’t seem interested in girls. I was being good and often went on dates with guys. Free food, of course, and some of them would give me presents. But I really wasn’t even interested in kissing any of them. I was too corrupted by those first two experiences.
I was a Business major and in a basic Management class. There was a Senior in the class who was spectacular. She was a Theater major but also had got interested in learning the business aspect of managing a theater, and that’s why we were in the same class. We sat near each other and chatted sometimes before class. If I describe her as an East coast, sophisticated, beautiful girl, the image in your head probably matches her. She always wore nice dresses to class and attractive jewelry. She was a little taller than I was and very slim. She had wavy, chestnut hair that went down to her mid-back, and she had a very fair complexion. Most of the time when I masturbated, I would be remembering Wendy and Laura, but once or twice I had a fantasy about this girl. When the teacher told us to pair up for a project, most of the other people sitting near us were boys, and we looked at each other and agreed to be partners.
She lived off-campus, and we met in the library for our first two meetings. We chatted a lot while we were working, and we got along well. This girl is the very opposite of a slut. She was so classy and always well-dressed and composed. I recognized the dresses from my work at the dress shot and complimented her all the time about what she wore. Everyone else at the school dressed casually and I asked her about her dress choices. She told me it was a requirement for the sorority to wear dresses. I told her I could get her deals on her dresses if she wanted. She asked about my wardrobe, and I finally had to admit that I didn’t have any fancy dresses. Our family didn’t have much, and I saved everything I could to pay for my dorm, but she still respected me. I’ll say again, she was all class, and I admired her a lot. For our fourth meeting, she suggested we meet in my room and she’d bring some food. She brought some Mediterranean food and a bottle of wine — and box for me for after dinner. We worked not the project while we ate and were on our second or third glass when we decided that was enough and she gave me my present. It was a very elegant dress. I told her it was way too much and I couldn’t take it but she kept insisting and I really wasn’t arguing very hard. She wanted to see how I looked in it. I went in my bathroom and took off my jeans and shirt and when I took out the dress, there was a very fine, mesh chemise beneath it, and I guessed that was also meant for me. But it was strange. You know, usually you wear some bikini panties under it. The chemise was yellow-tinted and practically see-through, and there should be some yellow, string bikini panties with it. But they weren’t there. First I thought that maybe she intended for me to use the panties I had on, but since you could see them under the chemise and they didn’t go with the outfit at all, I knew that couldn’t be it. I wondered for a moment if the panties had fallen out but I couldn’t imagine her making that mistake. It had to be intentional. I had that tingle again.
I put on the chemise, which came down about mid-thigh. It had a very low back. And then I put on the dress that came down just above my knee. Then I laughed because I was barefoot. I modeled the dress for her and she kept telling me how good I looked and how beautiful I looked in the dress and we would have to go out somewhere nice together. I was a little embarrassed mentioning this, but I asked her about the missing panties. She was surprised that they were missing. She said that nice dresses deserve nice lingerie and she had hoped to see how well it fit on me too, but then asked if I wouldn’t want to show it since it was missing the panties. Before I could answer, she added that she was wearing the same chemise and would show me how it looked on her if I wanted. The tingle was back. I couldn’t say anything, but I was unzipping the dress and stepping out of it, and she did the same and caught up. She smiled as she stepped out of the dress and I saw that she was missing panties, too. We were standing apart and I was admiring the body that I had imagined and her hand went up the front and she was fingering herself.
I told you how much I love watching a finger go in and out. I could kind of see it because the chemise was so transparent but I wanted to watch better. I pulled the lingerie up to my waist and sat on the bed and spread my legs so she could watch me. She did what I wanted and more. She pulled the whole chemise off over her head and let me watch her finger come and go. I was too stunned by how beautiful she was to say anything except to keep doing the same thing so she wouldn’t stop. She told me later that she didn’t want to go too fast and scare me off so she was going to just let me watch until I was comfortable to do anything more, and if that was all we had done all night she would’ve felt it was enough progress. And I let it keep going for several minutes so I could enjoy seeing her sexiness until I couldn’t resist her. I asked if she was going to kiss me and she didn’t need a second invitation. She got on the bed next to me and started right away with intense kisses. We kissed and then were lying next to each other kissing and holding each other with our legs entwined and then she rolled around so we could scissor — I found out later that was her favorite part of sex and always made her cum. It doesn’t always do it for me but that time it did.
I wanted her to stay the night but she said she wanted to but her sorority had rules and she had to get back. We met up the next two nights. She would undress to show me her lingerie and she would bring a present of the same lingerie for me and watch me put it on and then we would kiss and undress each other and have sex. It was the only time I wasn’t controlling a relationship and neither was she. After the third time, she told me that I should pledge her sorority and then I could come and stay the night with her. I never thought of myself as a sorority girl but loved the idea of spending all night with her. I objected that I had missed Rush Week and also I wouldn’t go through hazing anyway. But she told me that the president has some privileges and she could get me in and avoid hazing. I didn’t know that was a thing and I agreed to the plan so we could be together more.
That’s all I was planning to write about, but writing this much has got me turned on thinking back to our time together and reminding me of some other specific times together. And I know how much you enjoy reading about my experiences. (And now I’m curious which do you like more, my true-life stories or my fantasies that I write about?)
At the initiation ceremony, we were all there dressed nicely and we were going through the ritual. Then all of our big sisters went behind us with a paddle, and they gave us the idea that we were going to be paddled and told us to take off our skirts. I freaked a little. She hadn’t prepared me for any of this and I didn’t want to go along with it. I’d never been spanked. Now you’ve got to understand that most of the movies and erotic stories about sororities are just fiction to arouse readers. I know that now. Even in our sorority, maybe only about 15% of the girls were having sex with the other girls — not counting some who would try it once or twice. So there wasn’t any reason to expect a kinky ceremony. The other pledges obeyed and everyone was pressuring me to take the skirt off and I finally complied but I was so angry and tried hard not to show it. It turned out to be aa symbolic paddling. There had been a time in the history when the pledges were paddled at initiation but they’d stopped doing that. But I still felt so embarrassed there half undressed in front of all of my sisters who were dressed.
After the ceremony, I went to the president’s room and she wanted to have sex but I was still too angry. She tried to turn me on but it wasn’t working and finally asked me what I wanted and that she would do anything I wanted that night. I told her that I wanted her to dance for me. I knew that she was uncomfortable doing that. She didn’t think she was a very sexy stripper but to me it didn’t matter because of how sexy she naturally was. Watching her dance nude turned me on but I was still mad too. I told her to bring her paddle to me and get on my lap because I was going to give her a real paddling. She complained that everyone would see that she’d been spanked and I told her that she had humiliated me so she could feel it too — or she could just be exclusive to me until the red disappeared if she wanted to hide the paddling. She didn’t want to but she’d said she would do anything so she finally climbed over my lap and I got to rub that cute ass. Then I spanked her and it wasn’t symbolic. I was mad and I wanted to make her butt bright red. I kept spanking while she was crying and finally stopped. I kept rubbing her ass and teasing her pussy until she was just begging to cum and we scissored since she likes that the most and both had strong orgasms. That was the only time I ever spanked her for real. Every night until the red faded, we got together in her room and I made her dance for me and then bend over my knee like I was going to spank her and she would promise to be my slut if I wouldn’t spank her. And I would rub her ass and tease her pussy and then kiss and scissor. But mostly she wouldn’t act like a slut. Only that week and then every couple of weeks after she’d go out partying and drink too much then we would do this role-play again with her dancing and me threatening to spank her. (I decided that as much as I admired her classiness, I loved it even more when I made her act like a slut, and I encouraged her to keep drinking so she would come back and play the slut.)
And the last one I’ll tell you about happened the night after the spanking had faded. I REALLY never expected to tell anyone about this one, but why not. She’d had enough of a week of being a slut and told me I had to do what she wanted that night. And I could see that she meant it and I said I would go along. She sat in a chair at her desk and had me strip and dance. I wanted to turn her on and I kind of enjoyed. (At home, I used to dance in front of the mirror and undress sometimes before I masturbated, and I could be a very sexy stripper.) After that, she had me serve dinner to her - she had ordered to-go and I just had to stand there for her to look at while she ate — not even dance but just stand there. That made me feel like I did at the initiation again where I was undressed in front of others and this made me uncomfortable to just stand there nude while she was dressed and eating. I’d told her how the ceremony had made me feel, and I think that’s what gave her this idea. I feel like the slave when I’m the only one naked and everyone’s watching me. Then she had me get in her lap as “her dessert” and kiss and she got to feel me while she stayed dressed. I’d start to feel turned on but then feel uncomfortable again because she was dressed.. She let me watch her take off her dress and put on some soft pajamas and then get back in her lap and grind my clit against her leg while she played with my nipples. She wanted me to cum and I was turned on but I wasn’t comfortable with her being all dressed — maybe if she’d still been in the dress and I could have pressed my clit against her skin then it would have worked. I was turned on and feeling more desperate and my tribbing got more furious and it turned her on a lot and she was rubbing her pussy through her pajamas until finally she couldn’t hold out any more and she took off her clothes and we scissored. And I had the most intense orgasm then in my life. Yes, I liked that part, but it wasn’t worth the feeling of being a slut to do it again.
We were lovers for the rest of the year. Sometimes we’d join a larger group but it was almost always just the two of us. It’s because she was exclusive to me for that first week after I became a sister and everyone just assumed that we were a couple and she wasn’t interested in anyone else. After she graduated, she moved to NYC of course. We traded email and I tried to make plans to go visit her, but it never worked out. She very quickly found a new lover there. And I had already seen who the sluts in the sorority were, and I was especially popular with the other girls the next year — they were curious about me and our president. And I really got to have fun and experiment with a variety of sluts. Like a girl who liked to be tied up while I teased her body - she became my favorite.
I was living in a quad in the dorm. We each had our own living room and bathroom but a shared living space. The other girls were nice but they didn’t seem interested in girls. I was being good and often went on dates with guys. Free food, of course, and some of them would give me presents. But I really wasn’t even interested in kissing any of them. I was too corrupted by those first two experiences.
I was a Business major and in a basic Management class. There was a Senior in the class who was spectacular. She was a Theater major but also had got interested in learning the business aspect of managing a theater, and that’s why we were in the same class. We sat near each other and chatted sometimes before class. If I describe her as an East coast, sophisticated, beautiful girl, the image in your head probably matches her. She always wore nice dresses to class and attractive jewelry. She was a little taller than I was and very slim. She had wavy, chestnut hair that went down to her mid-back, and she had a very fair complexion. Most of the time when I masturbated, I would be remembering Wendy and Laura, but once or twice I had a fantasy about this girl. When the teacher told us to pair up for a project, most of the other people sitting near us were boys, and we looked at each other and agreed to be partners.
She lived off-campus, and we met in the library for our first two meetings. We chatted a lot while we were working, and we got along well. This girl is the very opposite of a slut. She was so classy and always well-dressed and composed. I recognized the dresses from my work at the dress shot and complimented her all the time about what she wore. Everyone else at the school dressed casually and I asked her about her dress choices. She told me it was a requirement for the sorority to wear dresses. I told her I could get her deals on her dresses if she wanted. She asked about my wardrobe, and I finally had to admit that I didn’t have any fancy dresses. Our family didn’t have much, and I saved everything I could to pay for my dorm, but she still respected me. I’ll say again, she was all class, and I admired her a lot. For our fourth meeting, she suggested we meet in my room and she’d bring some food. She brought some Mediterranean food and a bottle of wine — and box for me for after dinner. We worked not the project while we ate and were on our second or third glass when we decided that was enough and she gave me my present. It was a very elegant dress. I told her it was way too much and I couldn’t take it but she kept insisting and I really wasn’t arguing very hard. She wanted to see how I looked in it. I went in my bathroom and took off my jeans and shirt and when I took out the dress, there was a very fine, mesh chemise beneath it, and I guessed that was also meant for me. But it was strange. You know, usually you wear some bikini panties under it. The chemise was yellow-tinted and practically see-through, and there should be some yellow, string bikini panties with it. But they weren’t there. First I thought that maybe she intended for me to use the panties I had on, but since you could see them under the chemise and they didn’t go with the outfit at all, I knew that couldn’t be it. I wondered for a moment if the panties had fallen out but I couldn’t imagine her making that mistake. It had to be intentional. I had that tingle again.
I put on the chemise, which came down about mid-thigh. It had a very low back. And then I put on the dress that came down just above my knee. Then I laughed because I was barefoot. I modeled the dress for her and she kept telling me how good I looked and how beautiful I looked in the dress and we would have to go out somewhere nice together. I was a little embarrassed mentioning this, but I asked her about the missing panties. She was surprised that they were missing. She said that nice dresses deserve nice lingerie and she had hoped to see how well it fit on me too, but then asked if I wouldn’t want to show it since it was missing the panties. Before I could answer, she added that she was wearing the same chemise and would show me how it looked on her if I wanted. The tingle was back. I couldn’t say anything, but I was unzipping the dress and stepping out of it, and she did the same and caught up. She smiled as she stepped out of the dress and I saw that she was missing panties, too. We were standing apart and I was admiring the body that I had imagined and her hand went up the front and she was fingering herself.
I told you how much I love watching a finger go in and out. I could kind of see it because the chemise was so transparent but I wanted to watch better. I pulled the lingerie up to my waist and sat on the bed and spread my legs so she could watch me. She did what I wanted and more. She pulled the whole chemise off over her head and let me watch her finger come and go. I was too stunned by how beautiful she was to say anything except to keep doing the same thing so she wouldn’t stop. She told me later that she didn’t want to go too fast and scare me off so she was going to just let me watch until I was comfortable to do anything more, and if that was all we had done all night she would’ve felt it was enough progress. And I let it keep going for several minutes so I could enjoy seeing her sexiness until I couldn’t resist her. I asked if she was going to kiss me and she didn’t need a second invitation. She got on the bed next to me and started right away with intense kisses. We kissed and then were lying next to each other kissing and holding each other with our legs entwined and then she rolled around so we could scissor — I found out later that was her favorite part of sex and always made her cum. It doesn’t always do it for me but that time it did.
I wanted her to stay the night but she said she wanted to but her sorority had rules and she had to get back. We met up the next two nights. She would undress to show me her lingerie and she would bring a present of the same lingerie for me and watch me put it on and then we would kiss and undress each other and have sex. It was the only time I wasn’t controlling a relationship and neither was she. After the third time, she told me that I should pledge her sorority and then I could come and stay the night with her. I never thought of myself as a sorority girl but loved the idea of spending all night with her. I objected that I had missed Rush Week and also I wouldn’t go through hazing anyway. But she told me that the president has some privileges and she could get me in and avoid hazing. I didn’t know that was a thing and I agreed to the plan so we could be together more.
That’s all I was planning to write about, but writing this much has got me turned on thinking back to our time together and reminding me of some other specific times together. And I know how much you enjoy reading about my experiences. (And now I’m curious which do you like more, my true-life stories or my fantasies that I write about?)
At the initiation ceremony, we were all there dressed nicely and we were going through the ritual. Then all of our big sisters went behind us with a paddle, and they gave us the idea that we were going to be paddled and told us to take off our skirts. I freaked a little. She hadn’t prepared me for any of this and I didn’t want to go along with it. I’d never been spanked. Now you’ve got to understand that most of the movies and erotic stories about sororities are just fiction to arouse readers. I know that now. Even in our sorority, maybe only about 15% of the girls were having sex with the other girls — not counting some who would try it once or twice. So there wasn’t any reason to expect a kinky ceremony. The other pledges obeyed and everyone was pressuring me to take the skirt off and I finally complied but I was so angry and tried hard not to show it. It turned out to be aa symbolic paddling. There had been a time in the history when the pledges were paddled at initiation but they’d stopped doing that. But I still felt so embarrassed there half undressed in front of all of my sisters who were dressed.
After the ceremony, I went to the president’s room and she wanted to have sex but I was still too angry. She tried to turn me on but it wasn’t working and finally asked me what I wanted and that she would do anything I wanted that night. I told her that I wanted her to dance for me. I knew that she was uncomfortable doing that. She didn’t think she was a very sexy stripper but to me it didn’t matter because of how sexy she naturally was. Watching her dance nude turned me on but I was still mad too. I told her to bring her paddle to me and get on my lap because I was going to give her a real paddling. She complained that everyone would see that she’d been spanked and I told her that she had humiliated me so she could feel it too — or she could just be exclusive to me until the red disappeared if she wanted to hide the paddling. She didn’t want to but she’d said she would do anything so she finally climbed over my lap and I got to rub that cute ass. Then I spanked her and it wasn’t symbolic. I was mad and I wanted to make her butt bright red. I kept spanking while she was crying and finally stopped. I kept rubbing her ass and teasing her pussy until she was just begging to cum and we scissored since she likes that the most and both had strong orgasms. That was the only time I ever spanked her for real. Every night until the red faded, we got together in her room and I made her dance for me and then bend over my knee like I was going to spank her and she would promise to be my slut if I wouldn’t spank her. And I would rub her ass and tease her pussy and then kiss and scissor. But mostly she wouldn’t act like a slut. Only that week and then every couple of weeks after she’d go out partying and drink too much then we would do this role-play again with her dancing and me threatening to spank her. (I decided that as much as I admired her classiness, I loved it even more when I made her act like a slut, and I encouraged her to keep drinking so she would come back and play the slut.)
And the last one I’ll tell you about happened the night after the spanking had faded. I REALLY never expected to tell anyone about this one, but why not. She’d had enough of a week of being a slut and told me I had to do what she wanted that night. And I could see that she meant it and I said I would go along. She sat in a chair at her desk and had me strip and dance. I wanted to turn her on and I kind of enjoyed. (At home, I used to dance in front of the mirror and undress sometimes before I masturbated, and I could be a very sexy stripper.) After that, she had me serve dinner to her - she had ordered to-go and I just had to stand there for her to look at while she ate — not even dance but just stand there. That made me feel like I did at the initiation again where I was undressed in front of others and this made me uncomfortable to just stand there nude while she was dressed and eating. I’d told her how the ceremony had made me feel, and I think that’s what gave her this idea. I feel like the slave when I’m the only one naked and everyone’s watching me. Then she had me get in her lap as “her dessert” and kiss and she got to feel me while she stayed dressed. I’d start to feel turned on but then feel uncomfortable again because she was dressed.. She let me watch her take off her dress and put on some soft pajamas and then get back in her lap and grind my clit against her leg while she played with my nipples. She wanted me to cum and I was turned on but I wasn’t comfortable with her being all dressed — maybe if she’d still been in the dress and I could have pressed my clit against her skin then it would have worked. I was turned on and feeling more desperate and my tribbing got more furious and it turned her on a lot and she was rubbing her pussy through her pajamas until finally she couldn’t hold out any more and she took off her clothes and we scissored. And I had the most intense orgasm then in my life. Yes, I liked that part, but it wasn’t worth the feeling of being a slut to do it again.
We were lovers for the rest of the year. Sometimes we’d join a larger group but it was almost always just the two of us. It’s because she was exclusive to me for that first week after I became a sister and everyone just assumed that we were a couple and she wasn’t interested in anyone else. After she graduated, she moved to NYC of course. We traded email and I tried to make plans to go visit her, but it never worked out. She very quickly found a new lover there. And I had already seen who the sluts in the sorority were, and I was especially popular with the other girls the next year — they were curious about me and our president. And I really got to have fun and experiment with a variety of sluts. Like a girl who liked to be tied up while I teased her body - she became my favorite.
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